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Me and my Sale
by: Clearance Queen
I was able to walk out with $250.00 worth of clothing for $100.00

Last week I had one of the best experiences at Target. I went into the store to purchase thank you cards for a friend but thought that perhaps in the noticeably large clearance section I might be able to pick up a shirt or two for work.

As I made my way back to the clearance section, I leisurely passed by several isles with huge red signs that were marked clearance-30% off. Of course, being the connoisseur of inexpensive Target items that I am, I stopped by each stack to check out house wares, school and office supplies, and colorful crafts that thought may have been a nice compliment to my in class project.

After piddling through the other sale items I finally reached the clearance section of the clothing department. There were racks of denim, cotton, and linen items-all looking bad to the bone and they happen to be my favorite materials. There were a few fall items on sale but primarily they had pulled every piece of short and no sleeved clothing off of the main floor and organized them in perfect rounds just for me.

“Boy oh Boy,” I thought, “Target, once again, has made my day!” My eyes widened as I peered at the fluorescent orange tags glistening under the indoor lighting. In harmonious accord they yelled out my name-Queen of Clearance-Queen of Clearance. The entire clothier situation felt like an epiphany. As I took another 5 seconds to reflect on this truly surreal moment, I realized that I will pay anywhere from 50-70 percent less than the original ticketed price. All I could think was, “Target really loves me”.

It felt like I had searched through the mounds of bargain buys for only minutes, but before I could look at one more item, I regained focus on the world around me through the sound of an audible voice calling, “Good Evening target shoppers. The time is now 9:45 p.m. The store will be closing in 15 minutes. Please bring your items to the front of the store for check out”. The announcement was bitter-sweet. On one side I get to purchase all of the raw materials I was able to muster until that moment. On the other hand time had once again slid past me and I was no longer able to benefit from the Target treasures.

As I made my way to the front I glanced at a shirt, a pair of jeans, and a bad pair of opened-toed sandal shoes. Although it was wishful thinking that I could try on all the items before closing I imagined how the pleather would feel against my fresh pedicure. Standing in the checkout line I fell prey to the last items one can purchase before saying your final goodbyes to Target Land. I picked up my favorite chewing gum, smiled at the lady in read, and watched my credit card be vacuumed up and immediately coughed out. As I signed my name chronicling another moment in Target history I was wished farewell until next Target time.